I shouldn't even be allowed the privilege of taking up someone else's time. Monitor
I'm not waiting for the answers on a Sunday afternoon
I'm just too drunk to remember why I always slip through
The drugs and fake ambition have been helping me to hide
But it's the endless television that has kept me inside
Where does it stop?
Where does it end?
Where do we go?
Why am I always complaining?
I can be good
I can be bad
I can be loved
But everything's gone black
You're looking for that sun
You're looking for that light
Lonely?
You're not the only one to feel this way
(Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie)
I'm not looking for forgiveness for the things that I don't know
I'm really not that different
You just made me think so
